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Even late, a mere thanks isn't enough for these gifts.

By RejectReality. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.

Randy smiled as he finished meticulously cleaning the second of the completely intact antique medicine bottles he'd found while walking along the edge of the old canal on Christmas day. Having a day warm enough to take the walk and excavate them from the bank; was a gift, as far as he was concerned.

The shriveled bit of remaining cork in the bottom of the second bottle was the bow on top.

Divorced, and with no living family still in the area, the unseasonably warm days providing a chance to escape the onslaught of syrupy holiday cheer had been more than worth it as well.

At least with Christmas finally over and done, he wouldn't have to deal with it every time he turned on his television.

All that remained was to carefully dry the bottles, set them up against a good backdrop, and take pictures for the collectors' group before determining their permanent home on his shelf.

He barely got started on that before the phone rang. He almost ignored it, because it was most likely a political survey, a telemarketer, or someone looking for a donation. Work had no reason to call him while they were on holiday shut down, and anyone he cared to talk to would have called on his cell. When it rang a third time, he made the effort to cross the room and check the caller I.D.

When he saw his landlord's name, he picked up the phone. "Hello?"

"Have you seen the next door neighbors by any chance?"

"Not today, but I haven't really been out."

"Do you think you could walk over there and have them call me? I'm not getting an answer from the number I have, and they still owe me fifty on the rent."

Randy's brow furrowed. Even with as tedious and borderline pointless as his life had been for the last few years, he could sympathize with someone who was far worse off. The two girls living in the trailer next door were sisters. They had lost their mother when they were little, and their father had kicked the oldest one out for getting pregnant. The youngest had left home and moved in with her sister the day she turned eighteen earlier that year.

Two girls trying to raise a baby on cashier wages had to be a struggle. They frequently asked to use his phone when theirs had no minutes left, and he mowed their lawn for them, because they had no way to do it. He knew their one car had been broken down for a couple of days earlier that week, which surely hadn't helped matters at all.

"Their phone is probably out of minutes," he explained to the landlord. "Their car was broke down, so they're probably behind, too. You know what, it's only fifty. I'll take care of it for them this time."

"You sure?"

"Yeah. They've had a hard enough time this month. I'll send it as soon as I get off here. Don't tell them I paid it."

"Well, okay. Thank you, and happy new year."

"You too."

Randy ended the call, opened the app, and transferred the fifty from his account. He wasn't hurting for money, thanks to staying in the run down trailer, even though he could afford better after a couple of years of solid raises. Anywhere was as good as anywhere else as far as he was concerned, and it was cheap.

That done, he returned to his bottles.

A knock on the door surprised him a few hours later. He hadn't been the only one to take advantage of the warm days leading up to Christmas, or the only one to get lucky with new finds. He'd completely lost track of time looking through the new pictures, and chatting about the two additions to his collection. It had managed to get dark while he was distracted, not that it took long for that to happen in December.

When he answered the door, he saw that it was the younger of the two sisters, Emma. The pretty little blonde was so petite that he was always surprised that she didn't blow off the steps in the breeze.

"Mind if I come in?" she asked.

The warm streak had died out, so he moved aside to let her in out of the cold. "Come on in." He closed the door and asked, "Need something?"

"Actually, I was wondering. Did you pay the rest of our rent?"

Randy clenched his teeth for a moment and grunted. "I asked him not to tell you."

"He didn't. We borrowed a phone and called to let him know we'd have it next week, but he said it was already paid. We couldn't think of anyone else it might be."

He nodded in acknowledgment and said, "Well, consider it a late Christmas present."

Her beaming smile made her look even more beautiful. "Thank you so much. You don't know how much that will help."

"You're welcome. You two just take care of yourselves, and the baby. I'd rather have you girls over there than whatever loud idiots would probably move in if you moved out."

She let out a brief, silvery laugh at that, and then said, "I want to do something for you."

"Don't worry about it. I."

He trailed off and his eyes widened when she reached out and cupped her tiny little hand between his legs.

"But I want to," she said, her voice taking on a sultry edge as she squeezed, causing blood to rush into his loins.

It was the absolute last thing in the world he would have ever expected to happen. He was all but baldheaded, packing more than a few extra pounds around the middle, and he wasn't that good looking even before that. He'd obviously underestimated how grateful she was. A feeling of obligation was the only explanation for a gorgeous eighteen-year-old girl to be grabbing his dick.

Despite the best of intentions to do so, he couldn't manage to summon up the words to tell her to stop as he hardened beneath her hand.

"I need it too," she said, and then moaned when she felt him stiffening. "Between work and the baby, we have no time to ourselves. I can't remember the last time I had sex."

Hearing that was enough to free up his tongue through pure incredulity. "But, why me?"

She gave a little giggle why rubbing on his crotch. "We kind of saw this accidentally one day this fall, when you had the windows open and the curtains blew open at the right time."

That was the one point he had in his favor. He was bigger than average, and a shower. She'd gotten a good look even though he was most likely flaccid when she saw him.

"I need it. So bad," she said. "I've thought about it so many times when I looked over here at night and saw your lights on, but I was afraid you'd say no."

He knew that he should. He imagined that she would regret it afterward, even if she was as hot and bothered as she was putting on.

"Please?" she asked while fixing him with the most intense gaze. She bit her lower lip, and he shivered from the sexy sight.

"I don't have any condoms," he said. It was as close as he could come to doing the right thing, a last vestige of propriety that wasn't drowning in the sea of temptation.

She smiled and shrugged. "That's okay. The clinic got us both on free birth control. Not that we've needed it."

She let go of his throbbing erection after that, but it was only to shrug off her coat. It had barely hit the floor before she reached for the tail of her top.

He was done the moment it slid up and over her breasts. She wasn't wearing a bra over the little mounds. They swelled from her chest just enough to announce beyond any doubt that she was a woman. Her nipples stood out, pointing toward him, long and large in contrast to the breasts they adorned. They and the small circles surrounding them had only the slightest blush of pink to contrast with her fair skin.

Emma reached up, slid her hand behind his neck, stood on her toes, and kissed him hard. His inhibitions shattered, Randy's tongue slipped over hers, and his hands explored the soft skin of her bare back. She grabbed his shirt and yanked it out of his jeans. A moment later, she pulled away from their kiss with a gasp. Randy lifted his arms, allowing her to take off his shirt, and toss it away.

She went straight for the fastenings of his pants.

Randy slid his fingers into her dark blonde hair, and cradled her head in his hand. She looked up at him with a level of needy desire he hadn't seen in ages. Her eyes remained locked with his, her lips slightly parted, as her fingers continued their work. When she pulled his dick out and curled her fingers around it, he leaned in for another hungry kiss.

Emma's hand pumped up and down his turgid shaft as they kissed, and he turned her. They both gasped when their lips parted. She sat down on the couch at his urging, holding onto his cock for as long as possible. As soon as she sat down, she lifted her right foot.

Randy slipped off her shoe, and let it clatter to the ground. Her sock fo